Making Mother My Lover
Copyright© 2026 by Satya69
Chapter 5
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 5 - "Tap, tap, tap, tap..." The sound of high heels striking the floor echoed through the corridor of the teaching building, crisp and resonant. As the footsteps drew closer, my heart began to beat faster and faster. I was all too familiar with such an imposing stride. Moments later, a stunningly beautiful woman in a black professional suit and skirt entered the office. She had an exquisite, fair-skinned oval face, with long, dark hair elegantly pinned up at the back...
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Consensual Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual Reluctant Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Mystery School Western Workplace Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Rough Spanking Harem Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism First Facial Food Lactation Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Safe Sex Sex Toys Spitting Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Big Breasts Foot Fetish Leg Fetish Public Sex Size Teacher/Student
Mom raised her hand and gently stroked my hair, saying softly, “Son, it’s not that I don’t want you to date. It’s just that you’re in your senior year of high school now—a crucial year in your life. Do you understand?”
“I understand,” I nodded obediently.
“Then can we focus our hearts and minds on studying?”
Mom smiled, her eyes filled with kindness, and she radiated a maternal glow. But I knew that if I dared to say no, I would face her thunderous wrath.
“Mom, I really am trying my best to study.”
“How hard are you trying?”
“Very hard. Look, I always rank in the top ten in my class.”
“But you’re only in the top hundred in your grade, and your school isn’t even a key high school. With your current grades, getting into a decent university will be a struggle.”
I closed my eyes and nodded, pretending to accept her advice humbly.
Mom displayed a rare gentleness, speaking softly, “I’ve thought it over. In the past, I was too busy with work and neglected to discipline you properly. But now ... we must start from this moment and give it our all to prepare for the college entrance exam.”
“But Mom, I’ve been giving it my all. Look at how much homework I do every day—I can’t even finish it all. I’ve even quit gaming. I just take a little time now and then to spend with Yiyi to relieve some press—”
Seeing the frost return to Mom’s face, I quickly corrected myself, “Of course, that’s all in the past. From now on, all forms of entertainment are canceled. I’ll shut out the outside world and focus solely on my studies. How does that sound?”
Mom patted my forehead and smiled. “I knew my son would understand. So, you should stop playing with those stamps too. I’ll keep them for you for now.”
“What?” I exclaimed, jumping to my feet. “You’re confiscating my stamps too?”
“It’s not confiscation. I’m just holding onto them for you temporarily.”
“Those ... those are my treasures, they’re my very lifeblood.”
Mom put away her smile. “One moment they’re the love of your life, the next they’re your precious treasures—just how many things can you not bear to part with? Huh? Why is it so hard for you to focus on your studies?”
I clasped my hands together, wearing a pitiful expression. “They’re just poor, helpless stamps. They won’t affect my studies. Please, just let them be.”
“You were serious for a moment, and now you’re back to your cheeky self,” Mom said expressionlessly. “Hurry up and hand them over. Don’t make me search for them myself. If I have to do it, I’ll really confiscate them.”
I pouted helplessly, took down a stamp album from the top of the bookshelf, and handed it to Mom. She flipped through it and asked, “Is this all?”
“That’s all,” I nodded, though in truth, this was just the most ordinary album. The valuable one was already hidden away. Of course, I wasn’t hiding it from Mom—I was guarding it against that little thief of a sister.
Mom didn’t understand stamps. After flipping through a few pages, she closed the album, stood up, patted my head, and said with a smile, “Now that’s my good boy. Study hard.”
I added, “Strive for progress every day.”
“Good that you know,” she said before leaving the room.
I let out a long sigh of relief and collapsed onto the bed.
No matter what, I’d safely made it through this ordeal.
I was a little worried about Lu Yiyi, but with my phone confiscated by Mom, I couldn’t contact her. I didn’t dare go to her house either, so I’d have to wait until school started again.
It was almost noon by then. After lying down for a while, Mom pushed the door open and called me to get up, saying she was taking me out for lunch.
This was part of the routine: first, a scolding; then, a lecture; and finally, a treat—a slap followed by a sweet date, the same old trick.
Mom went into her room to change. She put on a white lace-trimmed blouse, a khaki belted trench coat, a black knee-length skirt, skin-toned stockings that looked almost real, and black suede high-heeled ankle boots. She carried a new Prada handbag and let down her usually pinned-up hair, tying it into a low side ponytail. Before heading out, she put on a pair of sunglasses, instantly transforming her aura from a career-driven woman to a stylish city mom.
I followed behind her. Just as I closed the front door, Mom suddenly remembered and asked where my sister was. I told her the truth—that she’d gone to watch a movie.
Mom held her bag with one hand and pulled out her phone with the other to send a WeChat message. By the time we reached the gate of our residential complex, she muttered softly and put her phone away.
I didn’t ask, but I guessed Mom had tried to invite my sister to join us for lunch, but she was nowhere to be found and couldn’t be called back.
Mom took a taxi with me to the Western restaurant we often visited. The small steaks there were delicious. Unfortunately, during the meal, Mom kept nagging about my studies. I could only pretend to be obedient, nodding along while eating, swallowing her words along with the steak.
As we finished our meal and prepared to leave, a man’s voice suddenly called out Mom’s name. Turning around, I saw two middle-aged men in suits walking toward us with smiles.
Mom paused for a moment, then greeted them with a smile. “Mr. Li, what a coincidence running into you here.”
“What a coincidence. We see each other every day at work, and even on my day off, you still run into me.” The bespectacled man walking ahead turned to me with a smile and asked, “Is this ... your younger brother?”
My mother covered her mouth with a light laugh. “Not at all, this is my son.”
“Oh!” Manager Li exclaimed in surprise. “Your son is already this big! You always said your son was mischievous and naughty, so I thought he had just started elementary school. Turns out he’s already grown up.”
I bowed politely. “Hello, Uncle.”
“Oh my, so well-mannered. Such good upbringing.” Mr. Li praised a couple of times before introducing the man with a crew cut behind him to Mom: “This is Mr. Chen from Xicheng. This is our marketing department manager...”
“Zheng Yiyun.”
The man with the crew cut smiled as he looked at Mom, and Mom returned the smile.
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